I'm calling you from the future To let you know we've made a mistake There's a fog from the past that's giving me, giving me such a headache And I'm back with a madness I'm a champion of the people who don't believe in champions I got nothing but dreams inside, I got nothing but dreams
Pureblood | Parselmouth | Unsorted First Year | Eleven Years Old ☁September 1, 2046☁Great Hall☁With:Students and Faculty ☁Wearing:School Robes☁Status:"Is Magical Clothing Cruelty a thing...?"
Nimbus took in a deep breath as his name was called. ‘This is it.’
All his life Nim had been told he would be a Ravenclaw, just as his mum and dad. He would study hard, find a nice girl—“with the proper values,” his father stressed—to settle down with, and eventually take over the family in… Whatever nonsense his father did. Truthfully, Nimbus had never paid much attention, because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Siddall name and its crummy, traditionalist values. The fact that his father had managed to escape a long line of Slytherins was beyond him. Everett Siddall was just as old-fashioned as the rest of them concerning blood status. He had only managed to keep mostly keep his opinions to himself in the public eye, was all. Maybe it was the pursuit of knowledge over power? Nim hadn’t a clue about this sort of thing. All he knew was the hat was magic, it threw you into a house, and Nim wasn’t particularly interested in making friends with a single one of these people. Friends only hurt, in the end. He learned that years ago. He would be perfectly content to find a lone piano, some pots to plant in, and hole himself away for the next several years.
Before he knew it, it was just he and the hat. Nimbus wasn’t exactly sure how to react to sentient clothing. What did the professors even do with the thing once the ceremony was done? SInce he was here, he figured he may as well get some answers on that front before he was forced to interact with people again. Nim wasn't much interested in the sorting itself, anyway. ‘Do they keep you in a trunk, or do you like… Have your own room, or what?’ He hoped they didn’t stuff the thing in a trunk. That seemed terrible, unless he lost his sentience after the night was done. Or maybe there were magical shoes, or a scarf it could talk with during the year?
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CLEVER Nimbus may come off as brash, but he can be quite bright. He has a gift for playing and composing music thanks to a knack in pattern and sound recognition. Academically, he’s a quick learner and very focused. While he may enjoy learning the subject in class however, he can’t stand homework, viewing it as nothing more than busywork.
TEMPERAMENTAL While Nim tries to approach problems from a logical standpoint, 9 times out of 10 his personal feelings on the matter win out. Sometimes he just can’t seem to control himself--especially when his temper flares up. Nim has a tendency for unpredictability and been known to say things or do things that he may later regret, or get him into more trouble than he had originally intended. At times he’s also proven to be fairly gullible, falling for the manipulation of other classmates.
LONER Nim had never been one to want for more than a single friend or two. As far as he was concerned, one close friend’s company was far more preferable than hanging around a group of kids he didn’t know as well. After his fallout with Wren, he’d lost interest in pursuing companionship all-together, but has never rejected the efforts of another person. He has a hard time opening up, but once he does, he’s loyal as can be.
GOOD-NATURED Nimbus would never admit that deep down he was a total softie. Genuinely kind at his core, he hates to see others suffering; and when able, he won’t hesitate to lend a hand to someone in need. To those he’s close to, he wants nothing more than to see them happy and succeeding in their endeavors.
PERSISTENT Once Nim has made a decision on something, he will stand his ground and own up to his choices to the very end. This could be anything from completing a simple project to an all-out grudge match against a former friend. That said, in the case that he places his efforts in the wrong place, he’s not so stubborn that he would let his pride stand in the way of making amends.
DARING While Nim was often considered one of the bravest in his class by his peers, if you asked his father or teachers, he was more of a rebellious child than anything. Nimbus has always had a strong sense of morals and doesn’t take kindly to needless cruelty. He would not hesitate to go out on a limb for someone who needed it, be it defending a classmate from a bully or daring to “talk back” to authority figures for unfair treatment. He doesn’t seem to fear much openly either, finding excitement in adventures and the possible dangers that accompany them.
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And I'm back with a madness I'm a champion of the people who don't believe in champions I got nothing but dreams inside, I got nothing but dreams I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe But young enough not to know what to believe in Young enough not to know what to believe
The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking.... I appreciate your concern, my boy I have quite a lovely perch in the Headmaster's office, so you know Now then, let's see... clever, but a bit rash, eh? Determined and bold Yes, I see you doing quite well in Gryffindor!
spaceBy the time her turn came, Billie was practically vibrating through the floor with anticipation. She wasn't especially curious about her sorting, since she was reasonably certain she'd end up in Hufflepuff. Her relatives had often commented, with various levels of fondness and exasperation, that she was just like her parents. Being that both of them had been Hufflepuffs, she didn't see herself going anywhere else. It seemed a little silly, then, to have to wait through the whole process, only to be told something she already knew. But, then again, maybe it was fairer that way. She wasn't nervous, and others were, so perhaps it was better to let them go first and get their nerves settled. Yes, that seemed right. She didn't want anyone to be nervous longer than they had to be, even for the five seconds she imagined it would take the hat to sort her. She'd be surprised if it had much of anything to say at all to her, except "Wow, you're just like your parents," perhaps.
spaceNot, she thought, that she wasn't her own person, she was! Really! She just happened to take very strongly after the two best people she knew. Her parents were wonderful, why wouldn't she want to be like them? And she knew what houses all her friends were in already, so that was nice! Only Elias was in Hufflepuff, but that was fine. She would see the others plenty. Being in separate houses had never stopped any of her parent's friends from spending time together. Aunt Gypsy and her mum had been attached at the hip (when Aunt Gypsy wasn't attached to Uncle Jer's hip, anyway), according to everyone. So, see. It was no concern. And she could make friends with her other housemates, too! When her name was finally, finally called, she half-skipped, half-ran to the stool, no doubt earning an eyeroll from the various Hills in attendance, before hopping up to be sorted.
WHIMSICAL xxx»» Billie has an extremely wild imagination. As a small child, her favorite thing was to play pretend. While she was always a princess, she insisted that she wasn't the sort of princess who waited around to be saved, oh no. She was the hero of her own story, with her faithful wolf and bird companions (played by her parents, of course), and always saved the day. As she's grown older, her imagination hasn't lessened, though she did start getting a little too big to wreak havoc on the flat. Instead, she began to draw and write, covering notebook after notebook with every fantasy she could think of, and the walls of her room (and the rest of her home) with drawings of all manner of things. She still plays pretend, of course, it's just usually more in her head than not.
ADAPTIVE xxx»» Billie is like a chameleon, easily adjusting her behavior to suit her current situation. When left alone with strangers, she's quite cautious and collected, generally trying to get a feel for how they would prefer for her to behave. But, when left in the company of someone who'll allow her to get a little crazy, she's quick to do so. She tends to mimic the behaviors and moods of the other people around her, and is an excellent friend. She's something of a follower, though if asked for an opinion, she usually has one.
KIND xxx»» Billie doesn't like for bad things to happen to people. If she can be helpful, she will, quite stubbornly. She won't rest until she's improved a sour mood. She likes to do little things to help people, like picking up trash when she walks along the street, or sharing her treats with children who don't have any. Generally speaking, she just wants to see people smiling. If she can figure out a way to turn a frown upside down, she's a happy camper.
EXCITABLE xxx»» Billie has two very enthusiastic, very demonstrative parents. From them, she has learned to wear her heart on her sleeve and always be honest about what she's feeling. For the most part, what she feels is excited, about almost everything. The list of things she doesn't like is rather short, and even then, her reaction to them is quite dramatic. She's prone to high pitched squeals and jumping up and down, unless she's in an environment where that's not allowed. If she has to be quiet, she'll stick to flapping her hands, or bouncing her legs. She has a hard time containing the impulse entirely, though she will if she gets scolded for fidgeting.
FRIENDLY xxx»» Billie likes people. Actually, she loves people. She's very fond of making new friends, and will happily introduce herself to any and everyone she can. She's not particularly discerning, which can be somewhat worrisome for her relatives. Though, not usually for her parents, which is perhaps even more concerning. Generally speaking, she chooses for herself who she does and does not like. She just happens to like most people. It takes a lot to put her off the idea of being friends with someone. She wants to be friends with everyone, and wants everyone to be friends with each other, and will not rest until she has made it so.
TALKATIVE xxx»» If left uninterrupted, Billie will talk a mile a minute for as long as she can without passing out from lack of breathing. She's quite the chatterbox, and honestly can't tell the difference between an actual conversation and her just rambling on. Generally speaking, once she gets going, it's hard to get a word in edgewise. She tries not to be rude and interrupt others, but sometimes her enthusiasm gets the best of her. Likewise, she often forgets what she was going to say if she doesn't get to say it soon enough, and has a habit of spitting it out before the other person is done talking. She doesn't mean to do it, it just happens, and she generally feels pretty bad about it. Unfortunately, she hasn't quite grasped the impulse control necessary to alter the behavior.
spaceBy the time her turn came, Billie was practically vibrating through the floor with anticipation. She wasn't especially curious about her sorting, since she was reasonably certain she'd end up in Hufflepuff. Her relatives had often commented, with various levels of fondness and exasperation, that she was just like her parents. Being that both of them had been Hufflepuffs, she didn't see herself going anywhere else. It seemed a little silly, then, to have to wait through the whole process, only to be told something she already knew. But, then again, maybe it was fairer that way. She wasn't nervous, and others were, so perhaps it was better to let them go first and get their nerves settled. Yes, that seemed right. She didn't want anyone to be nervous longer than they had to be, even for the five seconds she imagined it would take the hat to sort her. She'd be surprised if it had much of anything to say at all to her, except "Wow, you're just like your parents," perhaps.
spaceNot, she thought, that she wasn't her own person, she was! Really! She just happened to take very strongly after the two best people she knew. Her parents were wonderful, why wouldn't she want to be like them? And she knew what houses all her friends were in already, so that was nice! Only Elias was in Hufflepuff, but that was fine. She would see the others plenty. Being in separate houses had never stopped any of her parent's friends from spending time together. Aunt Gypsy and her mum had been attached at the hip (when Aunt Gypsy wasn't attached to Uncle Jer's hip, anyway), according to everyone. So, see. It was no concern. And she could make friends with her other housemates, too! When her name was finally, finally called, she half-skipped, half-ran to the stool, no doubt earning an eyeroll from the various Hills in attendance, before hopping up to be sorted.
WHIMSICAL xxx»» Billie has an extremely wild imagination. As a small child, her favorite thing was to play pretend. While she was always a princess, she insisted that she wasn't the sort of princess who waited around to be saved, oh no. She was the hero of her own story, with her faithful wolf and bird companions (played by her parents, of course), and always saved the day. As she's grown older, her imagination hasn't lessened, though she did start getting a little too big to wreak havoc on the flat. Instead, she began to draw and write, covering notebook after notebook with every fantasy she could think of, and the walls of her room (and the rest of her home) with drawings of all manner of things. She still plays pretend, of course, it's just usually more in her head than not.
ADAPTIVE xxx»» Billie is like a chameleon, easily adjusting her behavior to suit her current situation. When left alone with strangers, she's quite cautious and collected, generally trying to get a feel for how they would prefer for her to behave. But, when left in the company of someone who'll allow her to get a little crazy, she's quick to do so. She tends to mimic the behaviors and moods of the other people around her, and is an excellent friend. She's something of a follower, though if asked for an opinion, she usually has one.
KIND xxx»» Billie doesn't like for bad things to happen to people. If she can be helpful, she will, quite stubbornly. She won't rest until she's improved a sour mood. She likes to do little things to help people, like picking up trash when she walks along the street, or sharing her treats with children who don't have any. Generally speaking, she just wants to see people smiling. If she can figure out a way to turn a frown upside down, she's a happy camper.
EXCITABLE xxx»» Billie has two very enthusiastic, very demonstrative parents. From them, she has learned to wear her heart on her sleeve and always be honest about what she's feeling. For the most part, what she feels is excited, about almost everything. The list of things she doesn't like is rather short, and even then, her reaction to them is quite dramatic. She's prone to high pitched squeals and jumping up and down, unless she's in an environment where that's not allowed. If she has to be quiet, she'll stick to flapping her hands, or bouncing her legs. She has a hard time containing the impulse entirely, though she will if she gets scolded for fidgeting.
FRIENDLY xxx»» Billie likes people. Actually, she loves people. She's very fond of making new friends, and will happily introduce herself to any and everyone she can. She's not particularly discerning, which can be somewhat worrisome for her relatives. Though, not usually for her parents, which is perhaps even more concerning. Generally speaking, she chooses for herself who she does and does not like. She just happens to like most people. It takes a lot to put her off the idea of being friends with someone. She wants to be friends with everyone, and wants everyone to be friends with each other, and will not rest until she has made it so.
TALKATIVE xxx»» If left uninterrupted, Billie will talk a mile a minute for as long as she can without passing out from lack of breathing. She's quite the chatterbox, and honestly can't tell the difference between an actual conversation and her just rambling on. Generally speaking, once she gets going, it's hard to get a word in edgewise. She tries not to be rude and interrupt others, but sometimes her enthusiasm gets the best of her. Likewise, she often forgets what she was going to say if she doesn't get to say it soon enough, and has a habit of spitting it out before the other person is done talking. She doesn't mean to do it, it just happens, and she generally feels pretty bad about it. Unfortunately, she hasn't quite grasped the impulse control necessary to alter the behavior.
The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking.... Ah yes, I can definitely see your parents' influence in you And they are most definitely good people I can see you take after them quite strongly too Which is why you are definitely a... Hufflepuff!
spaceAmata lead the first years from the antechamber into the Great Hall, approaching the stool and the hat with the group lined up behind her. She unbound the scroll, and began reading off names to start the sorting so the evening could get underway.
spaceLucia waited for her name to be called, no less eager than her classmates, but perhaps more patiently. Of course, her surname began with an 'E', so it wasn't as though she would have to wait terribly long. She smiled slightly at the thought of Desi and Zach, and how hard it must have been for them, seeing as neither were particularly patient, and their last name started with a 'W', of all things. She imagined her brother hadn't fared very well at all, either, and he would've had to wait just as long as she did.
spaceShe wasn't all that concerned with the sorting, of course, but she was very curious to see where she'd go. Her brother's sorting had not been much of a surprise at all. Her own seemed more of a mystery to her. Then again, maybe it was simply because she was in her own head, and therefore knew more about the situation at hand. More details meant there was more to consider, and in this instance, she had all the details. Or, most of them, anyway. She figured a thousand-plus year old hat with the brains of four of the smartest witches and wizards in history probably had better analytical skills than an eleven year old girl. Even if she was on the analytical side.
spaceIt didn't matter much, because her parents wouldn't care where she went. That didn't stop the smallest thrill of excitement when she heard her name called. Her pace to the hat seemed measured, but she imagined Gideon, watching from his table, could see the slightest bounce in her step, the haste which only could be called such when compared to her usual speed. She hopped up onto the stool, gracefully as she could manage, being a bit short for her age at an age where being short was already a given, and settled in. Wherever she went, she trusted the hat. She did, however, hope this was over relatively quickly, because she desired to know the outcome far more than she desired having this amount of attention focused on her.
QUIET xxx»» Lucia was never a particularly loud child. It seems as though any and all ability to create cacophonous noises was inherited by her older brother, leaving her to be nearly silent in turn. She speaks in a voice barely above a whisper, quite slowly, and pointedly, as if she's constantly speaking in a language she's unfamiliar with and wants to be sure she gets right. She prefers quieter pastimes than Gideon, such as reading or coloring. She doesn't really like loud noises, except when her brother is making them, in which case she doesn't mind so much, because at least he's typically quite funny when he does it.
DETAIL-ORIENTED xxx»» Like her parents, Lucia is prone to watching and analyzing her environment. She's a little creepy, in fact, eyes wide and constantly staring at any and everything around her. She tends to stare off, seemingly into space, but really she's analyzing and cataloguing everything. Her memory is also excellent. She's very particular about things as a result, and likes for things to stay the way they're 'supposed' to be. Chaos doesn't suit her very well, though she's learned to make an exception for her older brother.
POLITE xxx»» Lucia has impeccable manners. She picked the behaviors up from mimicking her Edgeworth grandparents, and a little from her father, though he's not formal all of the time like her grandfather is. Wesley, after having dealt with his niece and nephews, and stepsons, and grandson, was utterly thrilled to have such a well-behaved child, and took to her. As such, the pair bonded quite easily and Lucia took after him more than most of her other relatives. He was always quite amused when his granddaughter would copy his actions, and so she did so constantly, until it was second nature.
SINGLE-MINDED xxx»» Though not as rambunctious as her brother, Lucia is prone to getting into her own sort of trouble. Specifically, she doesn't know when to leave something alone. She likes to investigate strange noises, or odd smells, to find the source. She has sent her father into a panic more than once when he suddenly looked up to realize she'd gone missing, only to find her tucked away in some dark corner, poking at an interesting bug or tracing patterns in the wall. She isn't satisfied until her questions have been answered, though she'll usually seek to find the answers herself rather than bothering someone else for them.
CALM xxx»» Lucia isn't one for large shows of emotion. She's hardly apathetic, but her methods of expression are certainly more collected than most. Rather than jumping for joy, she'll offer a small smile. She rarely weeps, instead choosing to express sadness with a sigh and a slump of her shoulders. While she does get excited, it's rather hard to properly gauge her level of enthusiasm for any given thing. Her version of a dramatic response is to get hyper-focused on whatever it is and not relent until she is either satisfied, or it becomes boring.
HAUGHTY xxx»» It's something of a mystery where Lucia picked up this particular trait, but it can't be denied that, for a child, she can come across as rather snobby. It's not that she thinks she's better than anyone, far from it, but she tends to give off the air that she does. Truthfully, it's mostly a matter of confidence. The best guess is that she gets it from combining the independence and strong will of her mother with the old world class of her grandfather, as they are her two favorite people. Still, it reminds her father of someone he'd much rather forget, and makes him incredibly uncomfortable.
Reggie was so happy he had always wanted to be here from the moment he learned of Hogwarts! More so since he was coming with Max and would finally join Eion who had come a year before them. Oh he hoped they could all me in the same house! He was pretty they wouldn't but it would be much easier to hang out again. As they waited, he could hear the dull roar of the crowd. Doing a once over of himself as he didnt want to look silly. Removing the random star sticker that has got stuck to his robe he was ready. Just in time it seems as they were getting lead in to get sorted. Sure he knew about the ceiling and floating candles, but seeing them was oh so much better! Spotting Eion Reggie waved heartily. He didn't mind it it was weird. Surely he wasn't the first or last to wave to a friend or family member. He stopped with the rest of the group and stood on his tippy toes to see what was next. He had tried to get eion to spill the beans about sorting but Eion left it a mystery. Oh that was an old hat. It looked well loved. He was pretty early on in the sorting but not the first so he got to see how it worked. Oh it was a talking hat! That totally worth the surprise! Soon his name was called and he sheepishly walked up and sat on the stool. 'Hi Mr Hat, or is it Ms Hat? Well either way I want to be in the same house as Eion and Max if you can. Though you know best of course!' Reggie though hoping it was a mind reading hat. He would understand if it couldn't though. But it would be nice because they could hang out more often if they were the same house.
SKITTISH Reggie dislikes sudden noises and surprises. Loud noises bother him in general. The surprise factor gets him the most. He hates jump scares QUIET Reggie tends to not talk unless needed. He prefers to watch and not risk saying something stupid STUBBORN If Reggie doesn’t want to do something he won't do it. If someone disagrees with him he sticks with his side even if he loses FRIENDLY Reggie likes interacting with others as long as they’re nice. He is happiest when with friends. CREATIVE Reggie enjoys being creative. Drawing, writing, and even just creating worlds in his own mind CURIOUS Reggie likes to watch and learn. Though it is weird he quite fond of people watching and wondering randomly about them.
I don't tell you what to say I don't tell you what to do So just let me be myself That's all I ask of you
Ayaka was so excited it was finally her time to go to Hogwarts! Even Hikaru and Remi showed to send her off to her first day. She quite enjoyed the train ride so much so she was hardly even in the compartment. Time flies when you're having fun because soon she had to get changed into her uniform and join the first year as they got wished to some boats. She was pretty sure she spotted a mermaid! She was super anxious when they entered the Great Hall. Oh it was so pretty! Hikaru's description didn't do it justice! She peeked around others to watch as others went up and got sorted. By the time her name she knew which table was which. Excited she half skipped to the stool. She wanted Ravenclaw like her brother, start a family tradition. But she be pleased to be anywhere!
SOCIAL She loves people and loves to chat, she is at ease with others. She has no issues with crowds, it just more people to possibly interact with. Even is she gets a case foot in mouth, she just moves on in the conversation or finds a new one RELAXED Not much gets to her, while she gets excited and depressed, they are pretty tempered. She very even-keel. FOCUSED She sets her mind to things until they are done. She can remain on task for hours before needing to do something else. COMPASSIONATE To her everything is cute. she doesn't like to see anything in pain or hurt. She hates it when people kill spiders and bugs. She has a soft spot for everything and everyone. CREATIVE She loves to draw and make things and likes to find new ways to do things. SMART She learns things pretty quickly and retains the knowledge well. At home she loves the educational muggle television
I'm young and I love to be young And I'm free and I love to be free To live my life the way I want To say and do whatever I please
Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2019 2:57 am
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I?In front of everyone xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?This nice hat and a teacher xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?Being sorted xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs?I just want to sit down somewhere
Finley was nervous to be here. He'd only recently gotten used to life with Chad, but now he was back to feeling alone around a mass of people. Admittedly, this time it was in a castle with lots of space and maybe, just maybe, somewhere isolated enough he could trumpet without annoying people. He sighed softly, glancing around at the other kids. Some of them shared his nervous headspace, but so many of them were bouncing-in-place excited. Maybe he should've asked Chad more questions about this place.... Which, he realized pitifully, the man wouldn't have been able to answer. Fin bit his lip, looking around at the older students. That was something he shouldn't have done, given his name was first (or maybe second, he wasn't paying attention) on the lady's list. Good. He walked to the front, keeping his head down so he could just, what, wear that hat until he could sit and hide in the crowd.
Getting to the front, the boy sat on the stool, taking another look at the groups of people before his vision was obscured by the hat. 'Please, Mister Hat, sort me quick so I'm not in the middle anymore. Someone else'll probably appreciate it, but not me.'
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Lᴏᴠɪɴɢ: Above all, Finley is a kind and loving soul. He has a deep affection for animals, plants, and people, especially those that seem sick or hurt. He wears his heart on his sleeve and openly shows affection to any and all.
xxxxx⇾Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴏᴜs: Finley loves exploring the world around him. Be it to the local store or on a nature hike, he's more than excited to tag along.
xxxxx⇾Cᴜʀɪᴏᴜs: Finley loves to learn all about everything. He asks a lot of questions and gets himself into trouble by trying to squeak past rules to investigate the world.
xxxxx⇾Sᴀᴠᴀɴᴛ: Finley has always had exceptional skill with music, especially instruments. He loves music in all forms, but has extra grace with jazz.
xxxxx⇾Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ: Finley doesn't talk much, as he's realized talking doesn't tend to help him. He prefers to communicate through his music or sideways glances.
xxxxx⇾Nɪɢʜᴛ Oᴡʟ: Finley absolutely detests mornings. He is significantly more happy and relaxed in the evenings, compared to his bitter, angry morning self. He often has trouble falling asleep, simply because he loves the night.
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I?Great Hall xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?Sorting Hat xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?Sorting Ceremony xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs?This is exciting!
Cicero was incredibly excited about this. He was finally away from home, and surely he'd make some lovely friends. He looked around at his fellow first years, wondering who would be sorted into his house. He also remembered his father's warning that they'd only let him back home if he sorted into Slytherin... but that didn't matter right now. He straightened his tie and grinned, thinking he was glad he at least looked nice. His mum had even bought him nice new shoes for school, which was quite lovely. When he realized the professor, Miss Harlowe, was going in alphabetical order, he was excited. That meant he was close to the front, and very soon would know his house. Would he follow in his father's footsteps as a Slytherin, or would he carve out his own fate in a different house? It was all so wild.
Shortly, his own name was called, so Cicero walked quickly to the front. He sent an excited grin up toward the Professor, then sat down as the hat sunk over his eyes. 'Hello, Sir! My father thinks you should put me in Slytherin, but I want the house best for me, if you don't mind. I'm sure you're quite busy tonight, so just whatever you think is good.'
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Gᴇɴᴛʟᴇ: Cicero is incredibly gentle with everything around, from nature to people to inanimate objects. He seldom breaks items and feels immense guilt whenever he damages things. Unfortunately, the downside means he's rather tender and can't handle insults well.
xxxxx⇾Dʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ: Cicero is often living within the confines of his own imagination. He tends to drift off into daydreams, especially when he gets bored. He also has high hopes for himself, despite his parents' thoughts of him.
xxxxx⇾Aʀᴛɪsᴛɪᴄ: Cicero sees the world through artistic eyes. His vivid imagination helps fuel his artwork, and he's pretty good at expressing it. He likes to practice whichever styles he learns about.
xxxxx⇾Lᴏʏᴀʟ: Cicero is fiercely loyal to his ideals and thoughts. He was raised a very specific way, and it sharply affects his thoughts. Luckily, his loyalty carries over to people, who he will happily defend.
xxxxx⇾Sᴏꜰᴛ-Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ: Cicero tends to be quiet, though that's partly from being in his dreams all day. He doesn't often speak upon his own behalf, and when he does, it's only because someone else is telling him to do so.
xxxxx⇾Gᴜʟʟɪʙʟᴇ: Cicero deeply trusts people, so he can't fathom that people would ever lie to him. It's one of the ways his parents manipulated him since he was a baby. Now he genuinely believes everything people tell him, because people can't be bad..... right?
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Great Hall, Front and Center xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Sorting Hat xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Sorting! xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?This is so cool!
Ophelia was super excited. She finally got to join her big brother, Irvine, at Hogwarts. Plus, she got to have school in a freaking castle! There were so many places just waiting to be explored! She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, just ready to be in the spotlight for a few moments while she got sorted. Maybe she'd be a Ravenclaw like Irvine? But she felt more drawn to the house of the brave and daring. Man, now she just hoped she was a Gryffindor. As soon as her name was called, Phia hurried up to the front and sat down, practically vibrating with excitement.
'Alright, let's do this! I'm so excited, Hat. So pick fast, I don't think I can handle waiting!'
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Hᴇᴀᴅsᴛʀᴏɴɢ: Ophelia isn't exactly the type to step aside or stand down. She'll fight for what she believes is write and seldom change her mind on subjects important to her.
xxxxx⇾Hᴏɴᴇsᴛ: With her thoughts and feelings, Ophelia is candid. She doesn't mind laying it all on the line when needed, including her thoughts and opinions on others. Unfortunately, she rarely filters these thoughts out.
xxxxx⇾Wɪʟᴅ: Between her crazy amounts of energy and her expansive imagination, Ophelia has always let herself run wild. She seldom tries to hold herself back from doing whatever it is her heart desires.
xxxxx⇾Dᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ: Ophelia is a brazen mix of ambitious and proud enough to push herself toward any and all goals she may decide for herself. She can push herself to her limit and beyond, all with a proud smile on her face.
xxxxx⇾Cʀᴀꜰᴛʏ: Ophelia is good at quick thinking and coming up with solutions to whatever problem she encounters. Sometimes her solutions are a bit... off the wall, but she usually comes up with successes, if not in the way she expected.
xxxxx⇾Hᴇʟᴘꜰᴜʟ: Ophelia never has a problem lending a helping hand. She likes to make sure people aren't in need, occasionally at her own personal expense. She does whatever she can to be of good assistance when needed.
xxIt's my life xxand it's now or never xxI ain't gonna live forever xxI just wanna live while I'm alive
J E TxC A M E R O NxV A Nx A S T E N Unsorted │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Muggleborn
This hall was absolutely wonderful. The enchanted ceiling, the candles, the talking hat were all breathtaking, even when aunt Chels had given Jet a pretty good idea of what to expect. It was one thing to listen to her go on and on about Hogwarts, and another thing to actually experience it. Goosebumps lined the young boy's arms and his eyes nearly spilled over as his emotions almost got the best of him. All his life, Jet had longed for something extraordinary to happen, and here he was standing in a magical castle about to be sorted by a talking hat into an instant family of like-minded witches and wizards. It was no wonder he had barely been able to speak a coherent sentence since stepping through the barrier onto platform nine and three-quarters. He wondered if it amused the other kids from more magically established families to see him so dumbstruck, but it seemed absurd to him to think that they were anything but in complete amazement.
Waiting through the list of first years was torture. Alphabetical order was one of Jet's great nemeses; he had seriously considered legally removing the "Van" from his last name. It seemed almost cruel that the second part started with an A, and convincing his teachers that "Van" was just a middle name had never worked. Still, the wonder in the room was enough to keep Jet's mind occupied as he did what Van Astens did well: wait. He had been staring so intently at the hat for at least twenty seconds trying to figure out how it had a conscience of its own when he realized people were looking at him. It registered then that his name had in fact been called, and the nerves came all at once. Carefully but trying not to move too slow, Jet made his way up to the stool. He sat upon it, and as the hat was placed on his head he tried not to be too alarmed. He didn't want to offend the hat, but come on, it was a talking hat. And it was about to be on his head. And make a judgement about him that would stand throughout and make a difference in the rest of his education. 'No big deal, huh?'
Chelsea had raved on about Gryffindor and how it was the best house, but Jet knew she was biased. He really wasn't sure where he fit in. To be honest, he wasn't even sure about who he was. Gryffindor did sound cool, what with the bravery and valor and whatnot. The loyalty and kindness of Hufflepuff were also selling points for him. Jet was hard working and did well in school, but he wasn't sure it was smarts as much as determination that helped him do well, so Ravenclaw was just a possibility. He felt ambitious enough for Slytherin, but ambitious for what, he couldn't say. It was up to the hat, and Jet was eager to hear his verdict. Perhaps it would give him a clue to who he really was at heart. 'Uh, hi,' was all he could come up with to greet the hat. 'You know what you're doing, I suppose. It's um, nice to meet you?'
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■ OPENNew experiences are the sprinkles on the sundae of Jet's perception of life. Not only will he always be open to trying some fun new hobby, going somewhere he's never been, or ordering the most exotic thing on the menu, but he puts effort into not being rigid in his morals and beliefs. He thinks it can be dangerous to be set in his ways, and wants to consider different perspectives and reasons for doing things. New information is always available, and can affect his opinions in many ways. ■ BRAVEWhile not quite a daredevil, Jet will not back down if there is a threat to him or someone he loves. He might experience fear at times, but courage in spite of that fear helps Jet to be unwavering in his resolve to protect and defend his own. He feels a sense of responsibility for doing what's right or what he thinks is right, even if it is risky. ■ FRIENDLYJet will try to make friends with almost anyone. A general rule of thumb is that he will like a person until they give him good reason not to. He appreciates different personality types and how they interact, and he likes having friends. Jet particularly enjoys when someone has a good sense of humor or knows how to have a bit of fun, but quieter type people are important to him too. ■ EFFICIENTSelf motivation and a good work ethic combine with grit and urgency to get things done. Jet will make a list of what he needs to do, and speedily work to accomplish it. This can sometimes hinder his ability to chill out and notice what's going on around him, but when he's hyperfocused on the task at hand, it can also help him to succeed. ■ UNFILTEREDThings just come out of Jet's mouth in the wrong way sometimes. Other times, he acts on impulse and unintentionally creates a mess. This is usually because he's moving too quickly and just doesn't slow down to think. He would do well to remind himself to just take a minute, process, and plan.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 7:22 pm
Maxwell Elias Heulwen Unsorted First Year Eleven Year Old ❆ Half-blood ❆ Adopted
Location : Great Hall - Sorting (2047)
Max was so excited, he got to go off to Hogwarts. Took the train and got a boat ride across the lake. That was definitely the highlight, that and his friends. There was nothing better then being with Finley and Reggie, and even Eion who arrived a year before. Max had tried his best to see the squid that was said to be in the lake along the way. Though there had been no such luck for him. He’d keep trying throughout the year that was sure.
Standing in the great hall, Max was among his friends. All of which had gone ahead of him. Finley first, Reggie soon after. It made him wonder where he’d end up. If perhaps he’d head up with any of them. Eion had been sorted into Ravenclaw a year prior. Max knew his family had all been Hufflepuff. Nani had been while she was at school. Though he wasn’t sure if he’d fit completely into his adoptive family’s house.
Pushing his thoughts aside, Max waited for Heulwen to be called. Maxwell Heulwen was a name he was now used to and fond of. He had something now. It was worth the small extension of wait time from G to H. So, when his name did come around, he made his way up and took a seat on the stool. ‘Okay, I’m ready. Where’s it going to be?’
Status :Excited Company :Friends & Classmates
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■ COURAGEOUSI have a large interest in adventure and exploring. If there’s something to be found I’m going to find it hopefully at some point. I like to try new things even if I’m not sure about doing them. I try my best to be brave most of the time. I don’t let my fears or doubts stop me. In fact, I hardly ever have doubts. You can’t live life if you’re letting your mind stop you. ■ LIVELYI have a lot of energy. I’m always active and on the move. I’d never pass up an adventure. I like to be doing something, anything that keeps me busy really. I’m also very outgoing with others. I tend to enjoy socializing, being around others and just having a good time. Adventures are always good fun with friends. With a positive attitude and some company, you can’t go wrong. ■ EASY-GOINGDespite being so lively with a lot of get up and go, I’m actually pretty mellow. I’m not really in a hurry all the time even with all that energy. I just like to do stuff. When it comes to others I’m pretty understanding, and I don’t push for answers. I’m not at all the type that gets angry easily. I tend to just relax when it comes to things that would otherwise cause someone to freak out or worry. ■ LOYALI’m a loyal friend to those I’m friends with. There when you need me at anytime really. I try to be what I want from other people. I tried to be there for others at the orphanage while I was there. Today, I try to be there for my family and friends, and for those younger than me. I’m rather dependable and naturally good at keeping secrets. You can count on me. ■ DECISIVEQuick at making decisions I get pretty stuck on the decisions I make. I can be stubborn and rather determined to do what I want. They may not always be the smartest decisions, but at least I can say they are mine. I stick with my decisions most of the time. I’m not easily influenced by others but am willing to listen. I can be flexible even if I like to stick to my own plans, it just takes some persuading. Give me a good point and I’ll be open to a change of plans. ■ CONSCIENTIOUSWith my decisions I like to do the right thing. I have a high moral compass. I try really hard to take the high road, even if sometimes I don’t know what that is. When given something to do I tend to work really hard to do it right. Sometimes I mess up, but I’ll make up for it in the end. I just need to work on my focus because I have a short attention span when it comes to lectures. Listening to someone talk only works for so long before it gets dull.
spaceLucia waited for her name to be called, no less eager than her classmates, but perhaps more patiently. Of course, her surname began with an 'E', so it wasn't as though she would have to wait terribly long. She smiled slightly at the thought of Desi and Zach, and how hard it must have been for them, seeing as neither were particularly patient, and their last name started with a 'W', of all things. She imagined her brother hadn't fared very well at all, either, and he would've had to wait just as long as she did.
spaceShe wasn't all that concerned with the sorting, of course, but she was very curious to see where she'd go. Her brother's sorting had not been much of a surprise at all. Her own seemed more of a mystery to her. Then again, maybe it was simply because she was in her own head, and therefore knew more about the situation at hand. More details meant there was more to consider, and in this instance, she had all the details. Or, most of them, anyway. She figured a thousand-plus year old hat with the brains of four of the smartest witches and wizards in history probably had better analytical skills than an eleven year old girl. Even if she was on the analytical side.
spaceIt didn't matter much, because her parents wouldn't care where she went. That didn't stop the smallest thrill of excitement when she heard her name called. Her pace to the hat seemed measured, but she imagined Gideon, watching from his table, could see the slightest bounce in her step, the haste which only could be called such when compared to her usual speed. She hopped up onto the stool, gracefully as she could manage, being a bit short for her age at an age where being short was already a given, and settled in. Wherever she went, she trusted the hat. She did, however, hope this was over relatively quickly, because she desired to know the outcome far more than she desired having this amount of attention focused on her.
QUIET xxx»» Lucia was never a particularly loud child. It seems as though any and all ability to create cacophonous noises was inherited by her older brother, leaving her to be nearly silent in turn. She speaks in a voice barely above a whisper, quite slowly, and pointedly, as if she's constantly speaking in a language she's unfamiliar with and wants to be sure she gets right. She prefers quieter pastimes than Gideon, such as reading or coloring. She doesn't really like loud noises, except when her brother is making them, in which case she doesn't mind so much, because at least he's typically quite funny when he does it.
DETAIL-ORIENTED xxx»» Like her parents, Lucia is prone to watching and analyzing her environment. She's a little creepy, in fact, eyes wide and constantly staring at any and everything around her. She tends to stare off, seemingly into space, but really she's analyzing and cataloguing everything. Her memory is also excellent. She's very particular about things as a result, and likes for things to stay the way they're 'supposed' to be. Chaos doesn't suit her very well, though she's learned to make an exception for her older brother.
POLITE xxx»» Lucia has impeccable manners. She picked the behaviors up from mimicking her Edgeworth grandparents, and a little from her father, though he's not formal all of the time like her grandfather is. Wesley, after having dealt with his niece and nephews, and stepsons, and grandson, was utterly thrilled to have such a well-behaved child, and took to her. As such, the pair bonded quite easily and Lucia took after him more than most of her other relatives. He was always quite amused when his granddaughter would copy his actions, and so she did so constantly, until it was second nature.
SINGLE-MINDED xxx»» Though not as rambunctious as her brother, Lucia is prone to getting into her own sort of trouble. Specifically, she doesn't know when to leave something alone. She likes to investigate strange noises, or odd smells, to find the source. She has sent her father into a panic more than once when he suddenly looked up to realize she'd gone missing, only to find her tucked away in some dark corner, poking at an interesting bug or tracing patterns in the wall. She isn't satisfied until her questions have been answered, though she'll usually seek to find the answers herself rather than bothering someone else for them.
CALM xxx»» Lucia isn't one for large shows of emotion. She's hardly apathetic, but her methods of expression are certainly more collected than most. Rather than jumping for joy, she'll offer a small smile. She rarely weeps, instead choosing to express sadness with a sigh and a slump of her shoulders. While she does get excited, it's rather hard to properly gauge her level of enthusiasm for any given thing. Her version of a dramatic response is to get hyper-focused on whatever it is and not relent until she is either satisfied, or it becomes boring.
HAUGHTY xxx»» It's something of a mystery where Lucia picked up this particular trait, but it can't be denied that, for a child, she can come across as rather snobby. It's not that she thinks she's better than anyone, far from it, but she tends to give off the air that she does. Truthfully, it's mostly a matter of confidence. The best guess is that she gets it from combining the independence and strong will of her mother with the old world class of her grandfather, as they are her two favorite people. Still, it reminds her father of someone he'd much rather forget, and makes him incredibly uncomfortable.
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The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking.... You are quite wise for someone your age, And I do believe that you would do well in two houses, However, I believe that this house could do with your wisdom far more than the other... Slytherin!
Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2019 5:32 pm
Neil Marcas Kemp Unsorted First Year Eleven Year Old Pureblood
Location : Great Hall - Sorting (2047)
Neil had been relatively quite on the way to Hogwarts. He’d found himself a spot on the train and took up a book to pass the time. He didn’t mind his quiet time even if he didn’t have the compartment to himself. His father had said the fun would start when he got to the castle. Though he wondered how. With time he was sure things would come to some kind of understanding.
Reaching Hogsmeade, Neil didn’t mind the boat ride although it wasn’t really his thing. Following the crowd of his classmates, he found himself in the great hall. Stopping in the center he looked to all the other students at their house tables. Soon he’d be among them. His mother had told him not to sweat the sorting which he found funny since he wasn’t the least bit nervous. It was just a hat, a hat that would give him his place for the next seven years.
Neil watched as one student went up after another until finally Kemp was called. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the stool. Both his parents were Ravenclaws and if he was anything like them that’s where he’d end up. With that in mind, Neil took a seat and waited for the hat to place him. He was ready for wherever he was going to be placed.
Status :Curious Company :Other First Years
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■ INTELLECTUALNeil has always been very smart. Catching on to things and figuring things out relatively quick. His mind is constantly analysing any given situation. He’s always thinking from different angles trying to figure out the best-case scenario. If he screws something up, he’s quick to learn from it and figure out a new approach. Even if he doesn’t know quite what to do, he's willing to figure out the answers to get to a solution. ■ STUDIOUSWhen Neil doesn’t know something, you’ll be sure to find him looking towards an answer. If he can’t find it in the world around him, he’ll be sure to find it through books. Reading and absorbing what he’s read is just one of the ways he works through his problems. Neil has a desire to learn all he can and by studying and focusing on academics he can do just that. He’ll be sure to put his all into his studies regardless of the subject. ■ DETERMINEDIn fact, Neil studies so hard that one could say he’s determined to get high grades. It’s not just his marks that matter to him. If he gets stuck on something, he’ll work through it on an extremely high level. His driving determination makes it hard for him to stop or even take a break. Becoming so hyper focused on needing to figure things out or in some cases to just get things done. ■ OPEN-MINDEDDespite Neil’s seemingly stubborn determination to get the job done, he’s also very open minded. He’s more then willing to consider a new idea. He knows he doesn’t have all the answers and as such he’s happy for any suggestions anyone else might have. If is sounds valid Neil would even go along with someone else’s plans. He has no problem letting someone else take the lead, knowing he can learn from other people. ■ INDEPENDENTNeil is a rather independent individual with his own thoughts on things. Even as a young kid he was fine doing his own thing. He seems happiest when he’s left on his own to do as he pleases. Though that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy the company of others. In truth he doesn’t mind interacting with other people. He’s just very self-sufficient and is fine with relying solely on himself for things. He’d rather not be a burden to anyone in his life, even if his parents don’t mind doing things for him. ■ DEPENDABLEAlong with being independent and determined to get the job done, Neil is quite the dependable individual. He’s someone you can rely on to get things done "right". One can certainly trust Neil with any task. He’s loyal in that when asked for help, he’ll be sure to do his best to do so. He won’t leave a friend or acquaintance hanging. At the end of the day he’s responsible for his actions and the job or task given to him. He’s not about to break his obligation to another, especially when it’s mostly on him.
Reggie was so happy he had always wanted to be here from the moment he learned of Hogwarts! More so since he was coming with Max and would finally join Eion who had come a year before them. Oh he hoped they could all me in the same house! He was pretty they wouldn't but it would be much easier to hang out again. As they waited, he could hear the dull roar of the crowd. Doing a once over of himself as he didnt want to look silly. Removing the random star sticker that has got stuck to his robe he was ready. Just in time it seems as they were getting lead in to get sorted. Sure he knew about the ceiling and floating candles, but seeing them was oh so much better! Spotting Eion Reggie waved heartily. He didn't mind it it was weird. Surely he wasn't the first or last to wave to a friend or family member. He stopped with the rest of the group and stood on his tippy toes to see what was next. He had tried to get eion to spill the beans about sorting but Eion left it a mystery. Oh that was an old hat. It looked well loved. He was pretty early on in the sorting but not the first so he got to see how it worked. Oh it was a talking hat! That totally worth the surprise! Soon his name was called and he sheepishly walked up and sat on the stool. 'Hi Mr Hat, or is it Ms Hat? Well either way I want to be in the same house as Eion and Max if you can. Though you know best of course!' Reggie though hoping it was a mind reading hat. He would understand if it couldn't though. But it would be nice because they could hang out more often if they were the same house.
SKITTISH Reggie dislikes sudden noises and surprises. Loud noises bother him in general. The surprise factor gets him the most. He hates jump scares QUIET Reggie tends to not talk unless needed. He prefers to watch and not risk saying something stupid STUBBORN If Reggie doesn’t want to do something he won't do it. If someone disagrees with him he sticks with his side even if he loses FRIENDLY Reggie likes interacting with others as long as they’re nice. He is happiest when with friends. CREATIVE Reggie enjoys being creative. Drawing, writing, and even just creating worlds in his own mind CURIOUS Reggie likes to watch and learn. Though it is weird he quite fond of people watching and wondering randomly about them.
The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking.... Not many people think to ask, dear boy, but Miss or Mister, either will do Curious and courteous, a pleasant combination What to do with you, then? I think you'll do quite well in Hufflepuff!
